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High Quality Toy Maintenance: Prepping the Material

The box is placed into Ratchet’s lap, a soft squeak escaping his lips, hands running across the glossy cardboard cover, his heart racing looking down at it, feeling the box isn’t as heavy or big as he thought it would be for the suit that’s held within, “So it's in here?” he asks.

“Yup, just open it up, and see the future of the fennalope,” K-2373 says with a soft mew.

“Right,” he says with a nod, steeling himself, lifting the cover off the box to reveal sleek black rubber that is so polished it reflects a little of his face in its darkness. He runs his fingers across the smooth latex, smelling the sweet aroma coming off it. His attention and mind captivated by it. He looks up at the toys, “This is for me?”

“Yes, take it out and take a look, it’s a two piece suit, it is sure that you will just find it so lovely that it just might be the last suit you’ll ever want to wear,” K-2373 says, getting on side of him, while B-1374 gets on the other, the bed creaks under their weight, giving Ratchet just enough space to maneuver.

“S-sure,” he says, letting out a soft squeak, tail swishing excitedly, he whips out the suit completely, seeing the sleek black legs, the white belly with light blue nipples. One thing that catches his attention as he lays out the suit across the bed is that the crotch is smooth with a slight bulging cup, “Ah… that covers my one question…” he says softly with another squeak.

“What question is that?” K-2373 inquires with a soft mew.

“Well… I couldn’t see myself wearing one of those really adult suits. Having everything hang out there… I couldn’t see myself doing that,” he says with a blush.

“This one suspected that, so this one is special with a built-in chastity just for you,” it explains.

Ratchet lets out a soft meep, his breathing growing heavy, “R-really?”

B-1374 squeaks moving in closer, “Oh yes, but Toy Master will be the one to help you slip it on, but it will assist in whatever way it can,” it mews.

“Oh my gosh this is so much…” he says.

“Wait till you give head,” K-2373 says.

“What?!”

“Give your head a look over,” it replies, thinking, “Hmm this one thinks Maker’s influence snuck in there for a second.”

“R-right, right my head,” he says, pulling it out from the box, looking back into a sleek white rubber face with blue eyes, black haired with blue rubber antler covers, “Oh my gosh, this looks wonderful, and did this get custom to fit my antlers?” he asks with a soft squeak feeling the soft rubber in his paws.

“We here at Toys-4-U have ways of making such things work, but if there is any adjustments that are needed, we can certainly press them into perfection,” it says with a tease moving behind Ratchet, gently running its hands along his sides, “But now we need you out of those clothes and into the suit.”

“Out of my clothes? Here? Right now?”

“Why of course. Why else did we bring the suit out for you? Just to see it?” it chuckles, “No, to wear it of course.”

“That would mean I would be…” Ratchet lets out a soft squeak, swallowing a lump in his throat, “Naked, and in front of my boss? How…” he blushes, bringing his tail in front of his face, hugging it.

“Why so bashful? This one is just a toy. Why would you get shy over undressing in front of an object? Do you get shy when you undress in front of your shower curtain?”

“I-I suppose but isn’t there a changing room somewhere that I could just put this on?”

“Normally that line works. It’s Maker’s favorite line too. It’s cute he’s this bashful,” K-2373 thinks, then saying, “It’s a very detailed suit, and we want to make sure it fits well.”

“Ah… well maybe…” he says, blushing more, taking a slow deep breath, looking over to see both toys are very hard, with twitching lengths, pre-cum dribbling on their cock tips. He stiffens and looks ahead, “B-but you’re my boss.”

“Then… as your boss, I require you to relax and let this one help you. This is for the company. The future of fennalope toys. We need your help, Mr. Akarui,” the toy’s hands caressing along Ratchet’s sides, slipping under his shirt, feeling his soft fur, pulling up on the shirt.

Ratchet shudders, biting his lower lip a little, a soft squeak escaping his lips, arms rising up, letting the shirt slips off him, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I’m doing what the toy is telling me. I-I don’t know what to think… to do. Do I just let this happen? Is there something wrong with this? But I do like it, it is nice, but then…” his mind stops when he hears the sound of a zipper, his shorts being undone while the toy’s smooth’s chest runs across his back.

K-2373’s hands are gently running across his chest fur, while B-1743 is pulling down the zipper. It looks up at Ratchet with a sly smirk and before he pulls down his shorts, revealing slightly bulging silky smooth blue panties, “This one knew it,” it says.

“I-I…” Ratchet mutters eyeing the toy, feeling his shorts being pulled down but before he can say another word, he feels K-2373’s rubber feline claw sneaks out of its paw and press against his hidden nipple within his fur. He tenses, moaning softly.

“Relax Mr. Akarui, once you are undressed we’ll get you in that suit in no time,” whispers K-2373 gently running its rough feline latex tongue along Ratchet’s ear, lips gently suckling along the edges, the toy’s nose breathing warm air against, blowing across hairs in his ear.

“Oh my gosh…” he shudders, leaning against the toy, not even realizing he feels the toy’s twitching length pressing against his back side, into the small of his back.

“That’s it, relax, let us get you all ready,” it says the toy going over to repeat the ear teasing on his other ear, while B-1374 finishes removing his shorts before, daintily gripping the sides of the silky panties, pulling them off to reveal Ratchet’s pink throbbing length. An aching length looking for some kind attention but the fennalope’s mind is too far drawn into the tease licks to pay attention to his other primal needs.

“All off!” B-1374 says, taking the clothes, putting them off to the side.

“Are you ready for your mind blowing experience?” asks K-2373 whispering into Ratchet’s ear.

He lets out a soft squeak, swallowing down the drool that has built up within his mouth, “Uh ha,” he remarks.

“This one will take that as a yes,” it chuckles, gently guiding Ratchet onto the bed sitting down next to his suit, “The pills we took to give ourselves that special effect on a user should be fully active by now, but no need to rush. Suiting a new toy-to-be is always a loving and wonderful experience,” it thinks.

Ratchet pants heavily, hands placed over his crotch, ears twitching, trying to regain his focus, remembering why he’s here, to wear this lovely suit that’s beside him, wasn’t it? He looks back over to the sleek black and blue rubber, B-1374 grabs the suit, placing it over Ratchet’s body, a vague outline of what he’ll soon be wearing.

K-2373 mews softly, slipping behind him, hands gently running across his sides, head resting on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, “You’re doing very good. Now just let us help you and then the real fun can begin.”

He lets out a soft squeak, tail bouncing between the feline toy’s legs, unable to escape and whip it around to cover his face which grows ever warmer. He looks at B-1374, which folds the suit back, revealing the backside is open. He notices that on the suit’s hips and back have gears much like his markings that are stenciled into his fur. The attention to detail makes him squirm a little more but then he sees the sleek light blue insides of the suit which glistens in the light.

The red blindfolded feline toy looks up at him, holding the suit open to him with a loud squeak, “Legs into the suit please.”

K-2373 licks along Ratchet’s ear whispering, “Best to do what this one’s pair toy says. Its only for your enjoyment and future.”

Ratchet shudders, toes curling in need and desire, “O-oh…” he feels like he’s about to melt into the toy, but the blue feline toy keeps him from sliding off the bed. He raises up his feet, slipping into the suit with the help of the red toy. The rubber along his furi is smoother and sleeker than he was expecting. He’s worn latex before and it can get very staticy and mat his fur in odd ways, but this latex feels different, “So this is what high quality latex feels like?” he thinks, mewing softly, the latex stretching and squeaking while he fills out the legs.

His legs flow into the suit, sliding down the legs like a slip n slide, gliding almost effortlessly into the suit, the rubber stretching around the ankles, requiring a firm tug by B-1374, the feet popping into the rubber foot glove that squeezes his fur down. The feline toy by his feet gently rubs and smooths the rubber, slipping its fingers between the toes, helping push and guide Ratchet’s toes into each space, till his entire foot is embraced by the rubber.

“How does that feel?” K-2373 inquires with a soft mew, length twitching along the base of Ratchet’s back, the toy’s aroma arousing in a way that the fennalope has no clue about, but it feels so good and wonderful, the soft whispers into his ear, the occasional lick along the inside of it, adding to the moment, feeling his thighs all the way down squeezed by rubber so perfectly across his form that its beyond anything he could have imagined that is possible.

“W-wonderful,” he shudders.

“Very good, you’re doing great,” it encourages him.

B-1374 gently caresses and rubs the soles of Ratchet’s rubber covered feet, massaging yet mostly feeling up to make sure everything is smoothed and fits properly, hands moving along past the ankle up along the thighs, hands on one leg first, tugging and smooth the rubber up, pushing it, to make sure every wrinkle is pulled away, hiding away the grey fur in a sea of black latex.

The toy does it for one leg having the rubber from the knee down smoothed away, and then the other, the toy looking up at its Maker giving a smile and a subtle nod, informing K-2373 to whisper into Ratchet’s ear, “Stand,” it says in a firm, soft yet commanding voice.

“Y-yes!” Ratchet squeaks, standing up feeling the rubber shift around his feet, the soft paw pads that cover the rubber suit, provide a little bit of extra cushion on top of his own.

“Good boy,” K-2373 says, reaching around, grabbing the rubber, suit, giving it a firm hard tug up, pulling it till the V end where the suit opens pulls up against Ratchet’s tail, the latex sliding along his inner thighs, his cock pressing a bit against the white null bulge that the suit has, feeling the cavity that is designed just for it, “Now this one is going to help slip your chastity in, and then your tail, okay?”

“W-what?” Ratchet says, letting out a squeaky moan.

“Relax and let this one work,” it says, suckling the tip of Ratchet’s ear, making the fennalope mew and moan, leaning back against the feline, mind melting for a moment, while the feline toy slips its hand into the suit, grabbing his cock which is torn between wanting to be aching and throbbing, and becoming relaxed from an overload of pleasure that may never be released. The pink length is guided into the rubber cavity, the latex cushioned and soft, squeezing the member on all sides, while a cock sleave is pulled down onto his cock.

Ratchet grunts and moans, feeling his member being teased and pleasured, a sensation that he rarely gives himself. A pleasant treat rather than a constant need that other people may feel to do. But it makes it no less enjoyable, his instincts kicking in, hips bucking against the toy, his cock securely placed within the bulge which is more cushion than cock.

“There we go, snug as a bug in a rug,” K-2373 says, licking across the ear, hand pulling up against Ratchet’s chest, a bit of pre-cum happens to be on the toy’s fingertips into his view, before the toy takes it into its own mouth, savoring the first and last time any will ever taste of his twitching eager member.

He moans at the sight, not noticing the toy’s other hand is at his tail base, pulling and sliding his bushy tail into a big rubber tail encasement of smooth rubber, which grips his tail but is mostly filled out by the pure fluffy of his fur, making a soft bouncy rubber appendage that sways happily behind him.

B-1374 helps move the suit up, smoothing out the thighs, reaching around to give Ratchet’s butt a playful squeaky squeeze, which makes him let out his own form of a squeak. The toy’s hands gently fiddle with Ratchet’s suits, fingers slipping into his behind, allowing the rubber sleeve to slip in, perfecting his latex coated hole.

Ratchet let out another squeak, shuddering, squeezing on the red toy’s latex digits, toes curling again, about to say something when K-2373’s tongue gently runs across his ear once more, “Shh, that’s it, let it all happen. Relax as you get suited up. This one can tell you are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Uh, huh,” he replies, nodding, panting heavily, the toy’s fingers slipping out of his rear, feeling those same hands smooth out his inner thighs, fingers running across the point where his legs meet his hip, “Oh my gosh…” he says with a soft pant.

“Good, good, let's get the front of the suit on, shall we?” asks K-2374, fingers along Ratchet’s chest, reaching out to grab the front of the suit, holding it open to him.

“O-okay,” he replies, looking at the sleek blue insides, the welcoming rubber ready to envelope him completely from the neck down. The suit’s arms hanging lip, the holes right there for him to slip into. Mind blown by how tight the entire attire already feels from the waist down. His length twitching within a cushioned container, keeping it nice locked away, like his bits are caressed by a latex memory foam cloud, that holds his tender pleasure pole completely hostage, protected from the world and anything it has to offer.

“Good, now slip your arms in like a good boy,” says K-2373.

Ratchet without another word does as he’s told, sliding his arms into the silky-smooth latex tubes that feel like they were made just for him. His soft grey and white fur covered, disappeared into a sea of black rubber, that makes his heart flutter. The sensation of the latex along his paw pads. It feels cool against him, but it steadily warms up to match his body, but amazingly despite having a layer of fluff between him and the latex it doesn’t get uncomfortably warm, but rather is a constant cool around his entire form, keeping him rather comfortable.

His hands squeeze through the wrists popping into the gloves, each finger finding their home, filling it out completely, his chest soon touching the front of the rubber, while K-2373’s chest presses up against his back, “Here, let this one help you get this on nice and proper,” it says, the toy’s hands running along his arms, grabbing his hands, “Push out as this one pulls in,” it whispers, giving Ratchet’s inside ear a little playful lick.

“O-okay!” he exclaims, shuddering in delight, melting into the toy’s touch, pushing against the toy, pressing his head against the toy’s chest, arms pushing out while the toy pulls in, adjusting the latex gloves, till they were perfectly in position.

“Very good, this one is so proud of you,” it says in that same soft whispered domineering voice, licking the ear again while its hands gently run across Ratchet’s arms, smoothing and pulling the latex totally smooth while, B-1374 takes the time, to rub and check over the latex across his chest, helping the rubber flaps roll across his sides, reading them for the sealing that is toon to come.

“Please roll your shoulders back, it will help this one seal your suit into place,” K-2373 says, reaching back to grab the latex flaps while the other toy continues to massage and rub the toy’s front, gently playing with his nipples through the latex, making sure the blue nipples on the suit matches the location of Ratchet’s own.

“S-sure thing,” he says with a soft squeak, doing so, the blue feline toy pulling the latex close together.

“Thank you,” it replies, running its finger along the latex flaps, pressing down starting at the very base, moving its way up, the latex merging with the two flaps, pulling the latex tighter around Ratchet, who can feel the shift in the latex, holding him tighter and tighter in place yet always remaining comfortable.

“Oh my gosh… I can feel it,” he shudders, hands holding onto the sides of the bed, butt clenching, the pleasure rising when he feels the very top of the suit finish sealing, locking him into the suit with the head being the last major piece, resting idly in the white box.

“Everything feels alright?” K-2373 asks, grabbing the head, moving it in front of Ratchet letting him see his future toy face.

“Yeah everything is fine…” he says, staring into the toy reflection of himself, “Oh my gosh…”

“This one always asks, would you like to have the honors?”

“Honors?”

“To put on your head.”

“C-could you help?” he asks, swallowing a lump in his throat, letting out a soft squeak.

“With pleasure,” it says, giving him a playful wink, looking over to B-1374, which nods to its Maker. K-2373 spins the head around, opening the neck hole, showing off that same wonderful smooth blue rubber, “Say Ahhh?”

“Ahh?”

“Yes just like that,” says K-2373, grabbing the glasses from his nose, putting them into the box, “Best not to lose these,” it says before pulling the rubber hood over Ratchet’s head. He goes slowly at first, the latex running across his ears, squeaking loudly, delving the fennalope into darkness.

First his ears pop up, slipping into the ear cavities, his hands reaching up to instinctively adjust his ears but finds the rubber in the way. He shivers, running his digits across the latex, helping the cat toy push the rest of the hood down, his mouth being filled with latex, vision starting to return, seeing B-1374 standing before him.

“This one hopes you said ahh enough,” the red toy says, slipping its digits into Ratchet’s mouth, adjusting and slipping the latex over his teeth and tongue, hiding his pink flesh in blue latex. While this is happening K-2373, helps move and tug the rubber antler covers over the real ones. Pulling and tugging, the sensation of latex though barely felt through his antlers, the pressure pushed onto his head makes the fennalope feel all the better.

Ratchet moans, feeling the rubber moved around in his mouth, tongue tasting the latex, and a little bit of the toy’s fingers as everything is put into place. He moves his ears a little which the latex adjusts for a little, but the sensation of latex running across his inner ear, pushing into his ear canal where he can hear almost without any hindrance is a weird surreal yet delightful experience.

“How does it all feel?” K-2373 inquires gently running its fingers across Ratchet’s rubber covered face, giving the rubber ears a gently squeeze, rubbing them between its digits, the sensation transferred over to him. The toy runs its rubber finger along the neck, allowing the self-sealing suit to bind head to body.

“W-wonderful…” he lets out a squeak, his words only slightly muffled by the rubber, the latex tongue covering putting a slight but not too detrimental hindrance in how he communicates. Each breath now is heavily laden with the aroma of latex and the sweet vanilla polish that was used on the suit.

“Good, good. Now to add in your accessories and the new you will be complete,” K-2373 says, going over, reaching into the box.

“Accessories?” Ratchet asks, looking over, seeing the feline toy pull out of the box a series of cuffs and a collar. He tenses upon seeing them, “W-wha?” he squeaks vocally and physically with his rubber body, reaching for his tail but is blocked by K-2373, which is still partially sitting on it, “If I wear those I’d really look like a toy like you two.”

“Now is that a bad thing?” it responds with a soft mew, handing off the thigh and wrists cuffs to B-1374, who takes them happily.

“Thank you, Toy Master,” it says, kneeling down before Ratchet, spreading his legs open.

“Well… I…” he lets out a soft squeak, K-2373 licks the rubber ear, the squeaks filling Ratchet’s ears while he watches the toy grab his arm, placing it around his upper arm. The blue matching outlined cuffs have a black rubber band along the center with a set of rings around it at equidistant points. There’s something raised and blue on the band but it's hard to read.

“This one didn’t hear a no…” it says in a soft toying voice, running finger along the cuff to meld lock it in place, and then another around the band, causing the cuff to bind with the suit, the squeezing cuff gently felt on Ratchet’s arm.

“Well… I…” he says feeling the same grip around his one ankle, moments later while K-2373 is putting the other upper arm cuff on his other arm the lettering on the other cuff begins to glow a soft blue, allowing him to read the fancy cursive lettering “Fuck Toy”. The moment he does he shivers, moaning out, “Oh my gosh this is so… ohhh fuck. I’m really just under these two toys like their plaything… and is that so bad?” he wonders, the other cuffs put into place, leaving the last thing, a sleek matching collar like the cuffs but with no lettering on the band. What is on the front is a tag, a gear that matches the symbols on his back and thighs in terms of color. But he’s unable to see if there’s anything on the front as the collar is placed around his neck.

“You might feel a prick soon, don’t worry, that's a totally normal toy-to-be,” says K-2373.

“S-sure… this suit is really custom fit to me isn’t it?” he asks, reaching up to feel the tag, gently running his fingers across it, the sensation all around him feeling wonderful. The feline toy sealing the collar in place, running its finger along the band, allowing it to meld across the toy’s neck like a choker.

B-1374 watches with anticipation, “Here it comes. The first spark of pleasuring delight of Maker’s voice into its head.”

K-2373 presses and holds a point in the back of the collar. When Ratchet suddenly feels a soft prick in the back of his neck, a shiver runs up and down his spine, his fur would fluff out if it wasn’t encased in latex. A soft gasp escapes his lips and then in a moment of silence, he starts to hear a smooth softly spoken voice, whispering into his ear… no not his ear in the back of his mind, soon to be caressing his thoughts. They are sweet, soft yet dominant, controlling, it's the voice of the feline cat toy that’s right behind him that has been whispering into his ear the whole time.

“Take a moment to enjoy your thoughts then we can begin,” K-2373 says with a feline grin.

“T-thoughts?” Ratchet asks when the sensation that was there in the back of his mind starts to formulate meaning, words that he can assign meaning to, ones that send his entire mind alight with delight.

“Toy is a toy.”

“Who said that?” Ratchet asks with a soft moan.

“Relax, toy-to-be, enjoy for a moment, let it sink in,” it mews.

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“What’s happening to me?” Ratchet asks softly.

K-2373 whispers, “Nothing that you don’t want to happen,” it responds, giving the toy-to-be’s ear tip a firm soft suckle, further distracting the fennalope’s arousal addled mind.

“There is no me.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Ratchet shudders, groaning, squeaking in all meanings of the word, thinking, “W-what, this feels… so good… so wonderful I should…” his thoughts are interrupted by the voice speaking in his mind, with a firm correcting yet loving tone.

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Ratchet feels there’s an emphasis on what he just thought, the collar, reading his mind.

“Toy loves to serve.”

“Toy loves to obey.”

“Good toys love cock.”

“You want to be a good toy.”

“You want to serve your Maker.”

“Maker is K-2373.”

“Love Maker like you love cock.”

“Pleasure others. Make others happy.”

“You are a fuck toy.”

“Fuck toys love to fuck.”

“You want to fuck now.”

K-2373 watches Ratchet squirm within his own mind, the aroma of his arousal inducing length filling the air more, while B-1374’s own length had the special effect of steadily breaking down inhibitions, helping free the poor fennalope’s mind from his own restrictions but the real effects from them will only take hold within his mind once he tastes and takes in the toy’s aching juices into his body. The feline toy moves over to stand beside its fellow toy, nuzzling and kissing its pair toy, cocks gently grinding against each other, “How about we start slow with toy-to-be? A nice little warm up?”

“Hmmm, this one doesn’t know Maker, it's pretty hot already,” B-1374 says with a soft playful mew and lick across its pair toy’s cheek.

It lets out a soft huff and mew, “I’ll get you for that,” it replies with a kiss, looking over to Ratchet, who is panting heavily, member aching within the chastity bondage, which only feeds in the lust in his mind, “Toy-to-be, please kneel before us toys. You want to serve us, don’t you?”

“Toy loves to serve.”

“Toy obeys its Maker.”

“Toy wants to serve.”

“Toy wants to suck cock.”

Ratchet shudders, looking up at the two toys, “Oh my gosh… they are… am I going to be doing this?” he thinks, already sliding off the bed kneeling before the two toys, his head now the perfect height of both of the toy’s crotches, “O-okay…” he mews.

“Very good toy-to-be,” says K-2373, moving closer to Ratchet with B-1374 moving in tandem, the blue feline’s cock with its wonderful knot while the red sleek and just as delightful, both twitching, squeaking, gently rubbing against the other cock, pre-cum with translucent seed matching each toy’s cock color, glistening in the light.

Ratchet looks up at the members nervously, eyes locked on them one eye on each member, unable to look away, hands slowly going up to grab them, heart beating faster, breath growing heavy.

“Come on toy… they won’t bite. This one just hopes you won’t.”

“I...I n-never did this before,” he replies, stiffening hearing the phrases that slip into the back of his mind

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

With a soft organic squeak, and a latex creak, Ratchet reaches up, grabbing both lengths, hands squeezing the throbbing twitching lengths. He feels the warmth from both members bleeding into the latex. Each throb and twitch is transferred into his hands. The toys adjusting themselves bringing their members closer to him “I… I’m holding two dicks. They feel like I thought this feels like,” his thoughts stopped again.

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Ratchet shudders, “Fuck so wonderful,” he thinks, moving his hands along the cocks, feeling the toys gently thrusting into his hands, helping him get into a rhythm, letting more pre cum dribble from the tip, beading along the tips.

Both toys reach over and gently hold the back of Ratchet’s head. K-2373 on Ratchet’s right, B-1374’s left. The toys held onto each other with their inner arms while the outer caressed and massaged Ratchet’s head, squeezing the fennalope’s ears. He shudders, and squeaks, feeling the squeezing rubber caress his ears, folding them down, moving them in ways that the suit’s rubber is just strong enough to not allow him to do otherwise.

“Come on, have a taste, you know you want it,” K-2373 says, helping guide Ratchet’s head towards its length, the throbbing length flicks up, a little bit of pre-cum flying from the length, landing on Ratchet’s rubber covered lips.

“Y-yes…” he mews his rubber covered tongue running across his lips with a squeak, the arousing pre flowing into his mouth, the taste sinking through the rubber, tasting the sweet n salty flavor of the toy’s juices. His lips wrap around the tip, feeling the girth of it through the latex, the rubber on rubber is surprising smooth, his tongue moving up to lick at the tip while just suckling the end, letting the ‘blood’ flow to the tip, expanding it, more juices oozing out as he moves his hand along the length. All eyes now on the length that dominates his vision, each twitch and throb felt within his hand and mouth. All the while reminded that nearby is another twitching aching cock that is eager to experience the same fate.

“Good toy-to-be. Don’t be shy, just slide it in. It will let you go at your own pace… for now,” K-2373 says, dominance dripping from its words, like the pre-cum that drips into Ratchet’s mouth.

The fennalope’s salvia soon becomes flavored with the toy’s cock, each gulping swallow takes in more of the toy’s essence into him, his arousal jumping up, another notch, causing his member to strain against his chastity. A constant need, a reminder that is burning within his loins, hands twitch, squeezing the cocks before him, getting the juices out of one, while the other flows onto his hands, down his arm, the warm toy ooze running along his suit.

The delightful frustration of his length wanting to be free, to hang out, to throb, wanting to be touched. Feeling the rubber all around, pressing back and down upon his member, providing a light tease that is never enough to push anything close to being over the edge, but is very much edging his need and want to reach down there. Any slight motion of his hands to move down is stopped by the slick throbbing lengths that his hands are holding onto. His current task that he must complete before anything else.

He runs the tip of K-2373’s length along the roof of his mouth, his rubber clad tongue straining to lick and slide across the underside of the length, tasting more of it as he pushes more of it into his eager hole. More of that sweet pre-cum oozing into his body, arousal growing, mind shifting down the frustration between his legs, the eagerness that he finds himself thrust his hips to the motions of his head bob along the blue feline cock.

“Yes, that’s it. Enjoy this one’s length. It’s lovely isn’t it?” K-2373 asks, drool running down Ratchet’s chin, eyes looking up into the feline’s lovely glowing blue, his mind drawn into those delightful passionate lustful domineering eyes. A chill runs down his spine, the thought he’s sucking off a simple toy lingering there. Pushed down to the very bottom of any sexual order. Below that even a lowly fuck toy. His cock twitches at the thought, some toy juices spurt into his mouth. He swallows, arousal growing.

“This is right? How could this feel so good. Gosh fuck me I am aroused.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

He shudders, head going deep onto the cock, pushing into the back of his throat, eyes lighting up, gag reflex coming into play, body twitching, he pulls back, coughing a little, the jerking motions of his hands stopping.

K-2373 leans forward, hands gently caressing his ear, B-1374 doing the same, both toys saying in unison, “Are you alright?”

“Ah… y-yes, I-I just got a little ahead of myself,” he squeaks.

K-2373 mews softly, “Shh, that’s alright. But just remember one important thing.”

Ratchet looks up at the two toys, seeing their wonderful smiles glowing down upon him.

“There is no I.”

The voice whispers in the back of his mind, echoing the toy Maker’s words, “There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy. Do you understand?”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Ratchet lets out a soft squeak, cock twitching, growing so hard but unable to move, pressing against the confines, wanting to be played with wanting to be touched. He’s about to move his hands down when the two toys reach down and grab them.

“Understand toy-to-be?” asks B-1374.

“Y-yeah…” he shudders, his hands helplessly and easily pulled back to the throbbing length’s, fingers moved to grip and caress the two squeaking cocks once again.

“Good toy-to-be. Take it easy. We have plenty of time for you to adjust and get to know yourself as a good toy. But for now, why don’t you enjoy this one’s other half. Their cock looks so cold and needs a little warming up, don’t you think?” it asks, fingers pressing on the back of Ratchet’s head, helping to guide him to look at the red feline toy’s cock.

The sleek red rocket before him, tantalizing and awe-inspiring like the fellow feline beside it. Ratchet lets out a soft mew, head guided towards the length, mouth opening up like a docking port, letting the new appendage slip into his hungry and eager mouth, tasting the subtly different flavored toy. The delightful pre-cum flowing onto his tongue, down into his throat, swallowing it down with a hungry slurp. The juices chipping away at those nagging feelings of “What if someone would sees this? What if people found out? Could ‘I’ really do this?” Each slurp, suckle, drink of the spurting cum that oozes out of the red toy with each squeezing milking hand motion that he gives, helps makes those dissenting thoughts become harder to recall, harder to realize, harder for him not to get hard at the situation and simply let himself sink deeper into the pits of his own hungering needs.

B-1374 caresses the back of Ratchet’s left ear, squeezing and folding it through the rubber, “That’s it. Take this one nice and easy, it doesn’t want you to get too deep into it too soon, as much as this one would like you too,” it mews, moaning softly, helping slide his length into the warm hungry mouth.

Ratchet slurps and drinks, running the uniquely shaped cock deeper into his mouth, along the roof of his mouth, feeling the splurt of pre-cum into the back of his throat, warming his mind further, opening it to the lusts, the barriers weakening ever further. His hands moving slower, awkwardly, until the toy’s take their free hands that aren’t on the back of his head, holding and gripping Ratchet’s hands, moving them up and down their lengths, helping him milk and tease the members there.

K-2373 says, “Don’t forget all those around you. Keep this one on edge. Have it be ready for you. You don’t want to miss out on this one’s seed, do you?”

Ratchet swallows a big gulp of the B-1374 flavor cock salvia down his throat, shivering in the delight, eyes widening some, almost taking the cock too deep into his mouth again, his gag reflexes kicking in for a second, coughing around the toy’s cock. B-1374 about to pull away when Ratchet stops, saying with the cock still in his mouth, “Guhd.”

The blue feline toy chuckles, “That excited to taste this one and get a mouth full of seed?” it asks.

He shudders again, groaning with the member in his mouth, feeling it start to vibrate in his mouth, caused by the feline toy’s purring, “Yesh,” he says, when he shoves the toy’s length into one side of his mouth, letting his cheeks bulge from the member, “Wow it works like that… So those motions do work like that,” he thinks, his member twitching, body trying to get his attention, scream at him that he should be paying attention to the one that really needs to get off… himself.

He struggles with the sensation, the ache furthering his lust, clouding his mind in a haze of delight, the promises of spending enough time with these toys and feeling their essence flood into him, was just too much for him to comprehend or question. It was simply a good thing, why question it? It's a chance that is now paying off in spades.

After several slurps and hungry swallows, hands constantly guided by the two toys, K-2373 leans over and licks across B-1374’s face, “It's doing well, isn’t it?”

“This one thinks so, for the first time, it’s showing some natural aptitude to this. But that gag reflex… this one would really love to go all in, and let this toy-to-be really embrace the moment and feel without causing a problem.”

K-2373 caresses Ratchet’s head, pulling him off of B-1374’s cock, and moving it back over to its own. The fennalope letting a squeaky meep of delight, the shift from disappointment of having taken its mouth off of one divine rod, returns with delight at the sight of him returning back to another. The toy guiding him back onto the length, “Take it easy now, but best to share that mouth of yours,” it mews.

“Yesh,” Ratchet replies, licking and suckling hard on its Maker-to-be’s length, feeling eager and delighted at the sensation, “This is some toy play we are doing,” he thinks, mind not fully grasping the full depth of the situation, but at this moment he doesn’t care.

B-1374 gives its Maker a pouty look, “Taking it off of this one?”

“You’ll get plenty soon enough,” K-2373 says with a wink, before adding, “This one knows exactly what to do about the little gag reflex. Give them the real toy experience to help them kick start them in the right direction.”

“Oh?” it asks, raising an eye ridge which is shown only through the upward shift blindfold.

“You’ll see, this one comes prepared,” it says, holding Ratchet’s head back just enough to prevent him from going too deep again.

The arousing delight that pulsates within his hungry mouth. The tantalizing satisfaction he receives from simply taking this toy, submitting himself to a higher being, an object, a play thing, a simple fuck toy…

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

The voice in the back of his mind compounds the moment, letting himself go in the here and now, letting the toy’s control him, to the point that his hands are no longer under his own power. Simply providing the squeeze on the squeaky throbbing pleasure sticks, letting the toy’s show him the ropes as the aroma of toy sex fills the room. And with each passing moment he drives himself deeper into the very earliest stages of becoming a toy. Time losing meaning for a moment, switching from one length to the other, giving each their due diligence and time, the toy’s careful to keep their members at the very edge where his gag reflex would kick in. Coating the back of his throat with their corruptive essence that makes him all the eager to dive deeper into this pool of licentiousness.

The change in actions draws him out of the zone he found himself in. The two toys use their hands to guide his off of their lengths, letting them spring free. The aftertaste of both delicious members hanging on his tongue, lingering in the back of his mouth. His eyes are glazed but the translucent blue latex film for the hood’s eyes hide the fact, “I-is it over already?” he squeaks softly, panting, body aching for more.

K-2373 chuckles, “Oh no lovely, this is not over by a long shot,” it says, holding out its hand, “Time to get onto the bed.”

“O-okay,” he replies, taking the toy’s hand feeling the strong grip it has, helping him back onto his feet which feel shaky and weak. The pleasure pounding lust coursing through his veins, thoughts on the two toys and what they have to offer. The secrets and delights, his unsatiated lust wanting to be fulfilled. He sits down on the bed, looking up at the black and blue feline toy.

“B-1743 can you get the bottle spray that is in the third desk drawer from the top? First row.”

“Where is it?”

“In toy’s office.”

“Yes Maker,” it replies, giving a bow, heading off.

Ratchet watches the display, looking at those bouncing cocks as they move, the sway hips. He bites his lip, squeaking softly, teeth dulled by the rubber. Visions of what just happened repeating in his mind, the voice speaking to him, into his soul. Hands drifting down, gently caressing his bulge, giving a soft squeaky squeeze, getting a few seconds to rub it before his suddenly stopped by K-2373 which grabs them.

“Oh no, you don’t touch yourself toy-to-be. It's not your place to pleasure yourself.”

“W-wha?” he lets out a soft squeaky meep, not resisting the toy, the collar picking up on the mental clues.

“Toys don’t pleasure themselves.”

“Toys don’t need to cum.”

“Toys derive pleasure from service.”

“Toy doesn’t self-indulge.”

“Good toy’s don’t self-indulge.”

“You are a good toy, aren’t you?”

“Good toy’s obey the Maker.”

K-2373 continues that loving yet domineering feline smile, “Understand toy-to-be? No touching. There’s no need for you to worry about that. Your concern is pleasing this one and it's partner, okay? Nothing else matters.”

“N-nothing else matters? Okay I guess…”

K-2373 places a finger on its lips, “Toy-to-be, what did this one say about that?” it says forcing its finger into Ratchet’s mouth, forcing him to suckle upon the digit, while it says, while hearing the phrase in the back of its mind, two speaking in tandem.

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

“T-to…” Ratchet’s words trail off when B-1374 comes back yelling out.

“This one found it Maker. Good old fashion Toys-4-U gag be gone,” it says reading the little spray bottle that looks like a breath spray.

The toy’s words reach Ratchet’s ears, plucking a string in his mind, calling forth a memory of when he was trying to build up the nerve to explore himself and taste what he’d love to do, the advertisement with a sleek black and cyan female sergal toy clear in his mind, saying, “Are you tired of taking that foot long cock only to have yourself choking up a storm? Tired of choking down too many dicks and not being able to swallow? Do you really want to show your man just how much you can really take? Or did you want to win that beer chugging contest when you go to your local frat party? Well fear not anymore. We have the product for you! With a couple of sprays in the back of your throat those pesky little nerves that start your gag reflex are numbed and hushed away. Put to sleep like elephant tranquilizer used on a field mouse. For several hours you’ll be able to take a garden hose all the way down till it comes out the other end! Now doesn’t that sound wonderful!” Ratchet then recalls the quickly spoken background announcer that says super quickly.

“Please don’t swallow entire garden hoses when using this product. If you experience no gag reflex for over thirteen hours please contact your local physician and inform Toys-4-U immediately. For our other product gag-come-back.”

Ratchet swallows a lump forming in his throat, the connotations of what this means dawning upon him immediately, his focus broken on the approaching bottle by K-2373’s firm caressing hand on his cheeks, giving a slight squeeze.

“Say ahhhh, and let the future delights flow.”

“A-ahhhh,” he responds, helpless to fight against the toy, part of him not wanting to, reminded that he should be obeying the toy in the back of his mind. B-1374 spraying the liquid into the back of his throat with three hard pumps. It stings at first, his throat clenching before it’s quickly followed by a cooling sensation. A minty aftertaste following out seconds later.

“How many sprays should this one do?” B-1734 asks.

“Read the bottle,” K-2373 asks.

“It says one long spray or two short sprays.”

“Hmm, does it say anything about too many sprays?”

“It says you shouldn’t exceed the maximum of two sprays, otherwise it might last longer than the intended time.”

“Nothing to worry about then,” the blue cat toy says with a playful squeak.

Ratchet swallows a few time feeling a slight numbness in the back of his throat that at first is distracting but when he’s forced to turn his head by K-2373’s guiding hand, his thoughts on it slowly melt away.

“On your back, head over the edge of the bed. It’s time we test those holes of yours toy-to-be.”

Ratchet lets out a soft squeak, nodding, unsure what to say at this moment, climbing onto the bed, turning himself around, laying down onto the bed, his tail pushed between his legs, a big rubber covered fluff, right there while his head leans just over the bed, looking up at the two toys, which have their cocks gently sword playing with each other, “Like this?” he asks.

“Purrfect,” purrs K-2373 their members hanging over his head, pre-cum dripping onto his chin, letting him feel it before the toy climbs onto the bed, hands gently running across his front, massaging his chest and belly, caressing his hips while it swings itself between Ratchet’s legs, spreading them apart with its own.

Ratchet raises his head feeling the pre-cum slide down his chin and neck, head raising up just enough to see the black and blue cat toy towering over him. Hands now pressing on his lower belly, body exposed, the toy hiking its rump, angling its length down towards his tender virgin pucker. He gasps, watching the toy move down onto him when his head is grabbed from both sides, B-1374’s thumbs gently running across his jawline, smearing and spreading the pre-cum that already dripped onto him, making a loud squeak. The black and red feline toy lowering his head back down till his mouth is lined up to the toy’s cock.

“Now, let's see if we got rid of that gag reflex,” B-1374 says, pressing its length against Ratchet’s lips, the fennalope only able to see the base of the throbbing shaft, and the cute white balls. Just knowing what is going to happen next makes him squirm, his cock twitching within its confines, hands gripping the bed sheets getting ready for the worse.

“Wait, wait,” says K-2373, holding up its head.

B-1374 stops with just the tip of the length in Rachet’s mouth, just deep enough to let a slowly forming pool of the toy’s intoxicating inhibition destroying pre-cum to build up in the roof of his mouth.

“Let this one slip in first. It wants to gauge how the toy-to-be will react to you slipping in nice and deep,” it replies with a coy smile.

“Oh, alright, you’re the Maker after all,” it replies, the toy’s fingertips gently caress the top of Ratchet’s skull, the fingers brushing against the antlers while the thumbs still caress along his jawline, keeping his head nice and still, the member resting on those rubber clad lips.

“First time?” K-2373 asks, pressing its cock tip against Ratchet’s blue rubber covered pucker. The toy’s pre-cum splurts onto the hole making it nice and slick, the toy’s head pressing a bit harder, spreading the hole open just a little, making sure just the tip slips into him, making sure he feels himself being spread.

He clenches on the toy’s cock, gasping, squeaking, grunting, holding down, legs spread wide, feeling so exposed, member pressing so hard against the bondage, reminding him just how much his body wants this. A fantasy comes to life without the need for begging, pleading, or trading away anything that he knows of. A miracle of a moment, “Yusss” he replies, unable to say the words fully due to the cock still partially in his mouth building that pull of pre in the roof. Blood flowing to his head, vision locked on those white balls that will soon come closer, that red length that will soon disappear into the warm opening of his mouth.

“This one will take you nice and slow, and go knotless for now,” K-2373 says with a mew.

Ratchet tensing being reminded that there is even a knot ready to pop into him. He tenses feeling the slick rubber member push into him, spreading his insides further, wider, expanding his pucker. He tenses, grunts, feeling the pressure around his ring, the pushing away of flesh within his sensitive insides, that have only experienced simple toys up to this point. Simple toys, dildos, plugs, a vibrating egg, all were barely enough to prepare him for this experience. Stretched him just enough that his ring would not break but expand around the protruding member that pushes up and into his body, the cock head sliding across the insides, which he clenches down around it before relaxing, fighting his instincts to let it slide in deeper before giving another wanting squeeze.

“That’s it… yes… good toy-to-be. You’re so tight, so eager, you’ve practiced a bit haven’t you?” it asks, feeling a sudden clench around its cock, giving the toy its answer before Ratchet could even say a word about it.

His body gives away his secrets. The strange warming sensation of being filled from behind, welcoming, yet different from what is experienced from a simple solid object. It twitches, spurts, warms his innards, drawing his pleasure higher, the cock head pressing against his prostate, hitting the hot button that makes him jerk his hips up in the air before they are grabbed and pushed back down, the toy continuing to slide into him, spreading him wider and wider, to his furthest extent he’s ever had, till suddenly there is a bump, a large thick knot pressing against his pucker, the pleasure invasion stopping at the true point of no return…

B-1374, “Can this one slip into toy-to-be now?”

K-2373 chuckles, “This one doesn’t know, can you?” it asks with a soft mew.

B-1374 puffs its cheeks a little, “May this one now Maker?”

“Yes, you may,” it replies.

Ratchet ‘s vision is locked on the toy in front of him, feeling his head gripped and held, used like a simple object to slip his cock into him. Ratchet’s tongue is pressed up against the base of his mouth the top of the cock head pushing its way through, eventually his rubber covered tongue slips free, tasting the full length as it goes in deeper and deeper. He breathes deeply nose whistling as he clenches hard on the cock within him. The other feline toy holding his hips down while gently massaging his thighs, control and love all in one move.

The member pushes in deeper, closer to the point of gagging. The white balls grow closer and more focused on it, the blur caused by his astigmata is nowhere near as intense as the blur overcoming him. He swallows down, a rush of the inhibition fluids flowing down into him, into his system while his rear absorbs the arousing concoction being drip fed into his body, all bubbling and building within his body, panting heavily, the red cock about to push to the back of his throat, into the gag zone.

He clenches harder, ready to experience his body to reject the gifts from heaven and earth that is afforded to him when the length simply slides through, deeper, filling his throat, expanding it. He squeezes and swallows down the length of the balls tapping against his nose with a soft squeak, the aroma of the toy overpowering even some of his suit’s own vanilla scented latex smell.

“Feels good to this one,” says B-1374 with a smile, holding Ratchet’s head nice and firm, fingers gripping the base of his antlers, massaging his head, while also using it as part of a light brace as the toy uses his entire head as a handle and a hole to fuck.

Ratchet clenches down on the cock in his rear harder, suckling hard on the member in his mouth, toes curling, fingers clenching, body squirming the cock blocking air his body starting to scream for a bit of air, yet his body wanting that member to go even deeper, but before it gets too frightening the toy pulse out leaving half of its cock in his mouth, allowing the air flow freely again and for him to catch on his breath.

“Don’t do that for too long. The toy-to-be is new and needs air still,” K-2373 warns.

“This one knows Maker, it only did it for a few seconds,” it replies.

“A few seconds? That was a few seconds? It felt so much longer than that,” he thinks. Was time moving that slow? How could things go so slow yet be going so fast. Here he is on his back sandwiched between two toys that are spit roasting him on the bed. Without his glasses he’s unable to see perfectly but he certainly can feel, his other senses compensating, making it all feel more alive and delight, burning the moment into his mind, never to be forgotten.

K-2373 leans forward, hands caressing and playing across Ratchet’s chest. The further the toy leans the more the fennalope feels the cock within his rear move and shift, toying with his pleasured rear further without even having to pull the cock out to slam it back in, “Let's start to have some fun with this one and have a good release before we do something a bit more… sensual and tight?” it asks, leaning close, the two toys giving one passionate rubbery kiss.

Their tongues play and twist with each other, their hands remaining on the toy-to-be below them. B-1374’s cock pushes in deeper into Ratchet’s mouth, head held firm, unable to twist, turn away, used like a simple fuck hole while it takes a moment to kiss its Maker, pushing Ratchet even lower on the totem pole of the toy to toy-to-be relationship.

Though he could not see, he can certainly feel it, imagining it in his mind's eye, hearing the whispers of the collar, moaning deeply, taking a deep breath before the cock got too deep into him, letting him let them savor and enjoy the moment. A good object-to-be letting those toys that are literally and figuratively above it to have their moment without disturbing them. All without him even fully realizing that is what he’s doing. In the here and now it's more of a delightful kink button being pushed… nay smashed into oblivious.

The toy’s break their kiss, “This one thinks that’s a lovely idea Maker,” B-1374 replies, the two toys pulling away from each other. It holds firmer on Ratchet’s head, gripping it nice and firm as it bucks its hips sliding it length in and out of his mouth, balls smacking against his lips again and again. The member grinding against the fennalope’s tongue and the back of his throat. Pushing in seemingly deeper each time, moving in rhythmic fashion that Ratchet soon must learn in order to breath accordingly.

And learn he does. His body under the control of the two toys. His actions, his state of being all under their power. His very life breath dictated by the toy’s actions, driving him deeper into a wild state of lust and delight. And then there is K-2373 that is behind him. Keeping his legs spread, exposing himself further. His round bulge not even touched, his trapped member begging for a fraction of this action, straining against its confines, but any time he tries to move his hands down to touch himself the blue feline toy rushes in to stop him, pinning the hands down to the bed.

“Bad toy-to-be. No touching yourself,” K-2373 says, giving a firm hard thrust into Ratchet’s body, the cock bouncing off his hole, spreading it wider just enough to remind him just how big the toy is.

He’s unable to say anything, mouth too full of a cock that is constantly sliding in and out of his warm hungry hole. He tries to nod instinctively but his head is held still, leaving him helpless to respond to the toy, while the collar whispers in his head.

“Toy doesn’t need to self-pleasure.”

“Toy doesn’t need release.”

“Good toys are pleased by their serve.”

“You are a good toy.”

B-1374 says, “This one felt like a toy-to-be trying to nod. It understands Maker,” it replies.

K-2373 gives another solid firm thrust into Ratchet’s rear, the knot being only a third taken in before it relaxes again, “That’s good to hear. This one wouldn’t want to jump the knot too soon,” it says, hands releasing Ratchet’s, returning to the rubbing and massaging of the toy-to-be’s belly and hips, caressing and massaging their rubber clad body, reminding them just how covered they are in the latex they secretly so loved yet never got to experience till this moment.

The rhythmic thrusts into Ratchet’s rear. Spreading him over and over again, his prostate pressed into then grinded along the entire length, pushing and massaging his internal hot button, making his cock twitch, ache, dribble pre within the cock sleeve, making him feel all the more of just how needy and pent up he’s becoming. Body starting to crave release, wanting it, feeling it. Never before has he desired such a good fuck from a good fuck. The sensation of having that flow, the breaking down of a barrier, his mind focused on it, pulling away from his mental defenses on the constantly whispering voice in his mind. Grunting, moaning, squeaking, its a constant stream of noises, scents, and sensations that some have no word that could describe to the fullest.

The pace between the toys steadily increase. When? At what pace? How quick or slow? Ratchet couldn’t tell all he knew was his breathing grew faster, quicker deeper, trying to keep pace with them, legs wrapping around K-2373, trying to push the toy into him, a moment of forcefulness that didn’t come from dominance but pure desperation to have a release. His body working on its own but the toy was too power, too strong, too controlling to let a moment of its commanding presence go, and then with a slam, but not hard enough to pop the knot in, but B-1374 does enough to go very deep, flooding Ratchet’s throat with his inhibition decimating seed. While the blue feline floods his tight rear with smooth blue cream of endless arousal that will seep into him, pushing him to the very limits of what an arousal could be. Days… weeks, perhaps months of being pent up all suddenly happening in an instant, bubbling over into his mind, a being of endless wanting lust, unable to find release, yet loving it all just the same.

The two toys pant, more for show for Ratchet, who drinks down the toy essence. B-1374 slowly pulls out, letting a few pulses of jizz flow into the roof of Ratchet’s mouth, a pool of delightful sin that he’s become addicted to. The member eventually fully pulling out, clean, shiny, balls hazy in the fennalope’s field of vision, caused by his lack of glasses rather than being hazy of mind.

K-2373 gives several firm thrusts, helping him milk its length of every drop of seed that it has flooded into him, “That’s it toy-to-be, take it. Enjoy it. Love it. How was that so far?” it asks, rubbing his lower belly, keeping the member two thirds of the way in his body, the toy’s blue eyes glowing a soft domineering blue.

Ratchet takes a moment to fully catch his breath, heart pounding, body aching. He swears he can feel the toy’s afterglow, that pulsates and flows into him, a lovely feeling, yet his own body is screaming for the same, keeping him wanting to go a bit longer. Just long enough so he can reach it. His mind locked on the thought of reaching this goal, but when K-2373 speaks to him he can’t help but answer, “Mind blowing…” he squeaks.

“Oh, we haven’t gotten the real mind blowing stuff yet,” it chuckles, reaching down, behind Ratchet’s back, helping him sit up, face to face with the toy.

He grunts, feeling his weight now pressing down onto the toy’s length, but before it gets more than half an inch down, the toy holds him up. Showing a strength hidden to him till this moment, “W-wha? More? How,” he says with a pant.

“You’ll see. This one has others that want to meet you toy-to-be, but we aren’t done yet. We still have a few more hours of play.”

“H-hours?!” he exclaims, squeezing down on the toy’s length.

It chuckles, “It appears you still have plenty of spunk in you,” it says, thinking, “Toy can just hear Maker making a comment about that…” its hands gently caressing Ratchet, lifting him up an inch, twisting him around on its length with a moan before sitting him back down, adjusting themselves till they are on the edge of the bed.

“Oh my gosh… fuck that feels…” he shudders, looking at the blur of the black, white and red feline toy in front of him, their cock still throbbing and twitching despite their recent release.

K-2373 whispers into his ear, “It will only get better. Relax and enjoy yourself, toy-to-be,” it says, licking across the rubber covered inner ear.

He shudders and moans, sliding further down onto the toy’s length, rear pressing down onto the knot, spreading his hole a little. B-1374 mews softly, moving in closer, their cock throbbing and twitching, pressing up against Ratchet’s bulge. The throbbing aching length pushing against his own, the sudden extra pressure that is caused by another wanting eager cock, doubling the desire and need of his trapped appendage, “Oh fuck…”

“That you are,” B-1374 says, pressing a little harder, giving a firm thrust, its chest pressing up against ratchet while it leans over to kiss its Maker, “How do they feel Maker?”

“Wonderful and tight, this one thinks they will do just fine,” it says bucking up into Ratchet, spreading him a little more, moving its hips to force Ratchet’s to press harder against the other toy’s red throbbing rocket.

“This one is glad to hear it,” it replies, nuzzling and licking across its Maker’s face.

K-2373 returns the favor, starting to rhythmically thrust back into Ratchet’s well taken and lubricated hole. The toy’s juices slide down its length, making each squeaky thrust louder, smoother, all the more tantalizing as the angle of attack within the fennalope’s body has shifted but is no less pleasant.

The pleasure builds within him, enhanced but the pressure from the other length. His rear feeling so delightful and wonderful yet strained. Each bounce against that knot is another heart skipping moment, another squeal of pleasure escaping their rubber clad lips. He doesn’t care that he can't see the toys clearly, because of how well he can feel them between them.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, squeak, squeak, squeak, moan, thrust, life broken down into simple things. Pressed between two toys passionately bound to each other, sharing his body between him. Time ticking away, having no meaning, its simply a constant stream of pleasure that puts him always on the edge but never over. Never over… never over… and then…

The bouncing goes harder and harder, wider and wider as Ratchet’s rear spreads before squeezing back up, sliding all the way till just the toy’s cock head is in his rear. B-1374 an expert from its time as a toy keeps pace, grinding itself up along Ratchet’s null bulge. Grinding itself harder and harder, adding to the downward thrust that any moment could bring him over the edge of popping down onto the toy’s knot.

“Do you think you can go with no hands?” K-2373 says with a playful mew tease, thrusting up into Ratchet.

“Oh, please yes,” Ratchet moans.

The cat toy chuckles leaning in, whispering into its ear that is soon followed by a slow sensual lick, “This one wasn’t referring to you.”

B-1374 mews softly, “This one thinks it can Maker it’s so close.”

“Then you can cum when this one does again,” it replies with a wink.

Ratchet mews at the realization that the toys are planning to keep him all locked up within his rubber bound chastity. A thought that he felt could send him over the edge yet despite his best efforts, grinding up against the red toy cock, it didn't come.

But what does is K-2373 when it slides Ratchet all the way down onto its cock, no longer preventing the weight of the toy-to-be from crashing down onto its knot, spreading his hole quick, slick, and with a loud squeaky pop.

Ratchet’s eyes go wide, feeling the aching throb of his hole spread so wide, mind not even catching the sensation of the point of no return. First it was out of him and now the next moment within, spreading his insides wide with an ease he wasn’t aware his body could do. The knot pressuring down onto his prostate, pressing that hot button that makes his length twitch and squirm. A rush of warmth onto him… did he cum? Eyes widening looking down as if he’s to expect to see his own length out gushing out… but no.

The warmth he feels is of B-1374 gushing itself over onto his null bulge. The hot streams of translucent rubber red toy cum spraying onto his lap, running down and around the bulge, riveting along the sides. The toy gasps and moans in delight, while more of the blue toy’s seed is flooded into him.

“Oh, that feels good,” B-1374 says, letting out a pleasant mew.

“This one is pleased, though this does mean one thing though,” K-2373 says with a fiendish cat grin, gently rubbing Rachet’s chest, while keeping him pinned onto his length.

“What’s that?” he asks, giving out an inquisitive feline purr.

“You’re going to have to clean that up. We can’t leave this toy-to-be a total mess before we take it to the others.

B-1374 huffs, “You tricked this one.”

“Did it? Did it really?” it asks with a toyish grin.

“This one will get back at you Maker.”

“You are free to do so. But before you begin, how about we help this one focus on the delights of what they are. Without their glasses their vision is a little blurry and we don’t want to distract too much now, do we?”

“Wha?” Ratchet responds, clenching down onto K-2373’s length, looking over to the toy, which smiles back at it.

“You’ll see… well won’t see… damn it this one got a little bit of Maker in there,” it remarks.

“Maker, a lot of Maker got in you. It’s heard the story,” B-1374 says, going over to the white box, pulling out a black cloth blindfold in one hand, and Ratchet’s glasses in the other, “Should this one put these somewhere?”

“Keep the glasses somewhere safe. They’ll be needed for a while but not today.”

“Yes Maker,” it says, putting the glasses back into the box, walking over in front of them, with the black cloth blindfolded.

Ratchet shudders, squeezing tightly onto K-2373’s length, clenching nice and hard, his heart racing eyes locked on the blindfold, watching its blur get closer and closer till it makes touch down with his face. His vision gone, only a faint light seeping through while the blindfolded is wrapped around his head, once, then twice, further delving him into darkness, the blindfold tied tight but not too tight around his head, leaving him even more helpless to the two toys.

“There we go.”

“Very nice tie,” K-2373 compliments.

“If there is one thing this one knows well, it’s blind folds.”

It chuckles, “This one can’t fault you on that,” it says.

Ratchet hears the toys around him, hands reaching back to hold onto K-2373. Unsure what else to do, his legs being spread open by the very same toy, exposing him to B-1374, the sounds of the toy’s movements, squeaks, getting him going even faster, harder, member twitching, forced to listen onto each move, unsure when the first move will come.

Suddenly a pressure runs across his nulge, a long dragging squeak, the click toy juices on his null bulge is now being licked away, pressing down on the curves of the null, making sure the dripping toy juices are pulled up with each firm lap into the toy’s awaiting mouth, happy to drink down its own corruptive juices to little effect to its own, already a perfectly crafted toy with little inhibitions.

“Can’t you feel it toy to be? Can’t you sense it? How wonderful it is to be something so pure and wonderful as us?” K-2373 whispers into Ratchet’s ear.

“This kind of play is nothing I have ever expected before… It's wonderful.”

On cue without skipping a beat his train of thought is derailed, the mistake unspoken corrected within his mind, “There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Ratchet mews, panting happily, gasping when the null bulge is squeezed again, the round end suckled by the other toy. Each lick and movement of a laser beam focuses for him, with the only time it's drawn away is when he’s reminded, he’s still sitting on a thick fat knot from the other feline toy. But the fact his mind can get away from that fact and focus on the toy’s quick laps, long laps across his throbbing aching bulge.

His member gets a fraction of a percent of the pressure, of the pleasure, but it's far more than he’s expecting and the limited means to do anything, forced to just take it, makes even this little amount be an explosion of ecstasy that he’s just now beginning to enjoy and comprehend that it's even possible to feel this good and not be sent over the edge.

He bites his lower lip, mewing, moaning, feeling himself get all cleaned up, “S-so m-more?” he asks moments after the last lick has left his white bulge shiny and clean.

“More? What an eager toy-to-be. You’ll get plenty more. You have another hour with us and then we have a toy this one thinks is just aching to enjoy you,” it says with a chuckle.

“Huh?” he lets out squeak, clenching nice and hard around the toy’s length when he’s lifted off of with a loud pop, feeling some of the toy’s essence leak out of his rear, causing him to moan out even louder.

“Don’t worry toy, we’ll make sure you’re nice and prepared for them,” it says, continuing to have their fun, keeping the blind fold on the toy-to-be, making him feel everything done to him, having him beg for more, enjoying the pleasure, arousal growing hands constantly made to be kept away from his aching throbbing crotch. When it’s all said and done though, Ratchet can barely stand on his own two feet. The two feline toys holding him both arms, which not only keep him on his feet but prevent him from using his hands to touch the raging arousal inferno that is between his legs.

He’s guided forward into the darkness. Each step frightening, panic inducing, expecting to run into something with the next step, but he doesn’t. There’s a moment pause, a click, a door opening, “You’re doing so well toy-to-be, and this one would love to be with you for the whole process, but it has work to do. This one hopes you understand. But it hand-picked these next toys that will give you the most wonderful time you ever had.”

“I-I don’t know how much more I can’t stand,” he says with a pant.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, toy-to-be, after all we given you? You insist on speaking incorrectly? Bad toy,” K-2373 says.

The toy’s words echoing in his mind, sending shivers down his spine, the collar whispering the correcting phrases to him. He hears another door open, echoes of other sounds of life down from somewhere. He looks in that direction before being ushered into another room. Moved somewhere in the room, taking steps losing track of where he is.

“Now stand here toy and the other one will be here shortly; do you think you can do that?”

“Y-yes…” he replies.

“Good toy-to-be,” K-2373 says, giving him a soft kiss on the lips, petting him on the head, “Stay there.”

“O-okay,” he replies, hearing the toys walk away, his hands about to move to his crotch when he hears.

“And don't touch yourself!”

Ratchet stiffens, “Y-yes!” he squeaks, the toys departing the door closing, leaving him in darkness and silence. Faint glow of lights around him tell him he’s in a room with lights on. The smell of latex… leather, metal fill his nostrils. Some cleaning of fabrics like freshly done laundry, “Where am I?” he shudders when the collar corrects, causing him to let out a soft squeak.

After some time, standing in a sea of nothingness afraid to move an inch from his spot his ears twitch, hearing the door open, someone else maybe? Or was it one or both of the other toys coming into the room.

“Oh my, is this the one toy was informed about?” it asks, the toy moving smoothly, soft squeaks heard from its body, making Ratchet look in their direction a soft jingle is heard past the muffling effect of the hood around the fennalope’s head.

“Ah… I was told to be here by the other two toys. Can I take the blind fold off?” he asks, moving one hand up to touch the blindfold, the other to try to caress and reach his twitching, throbbing aching needy member that’s trapped within the sleek cushioned bondage.

Suddenly Ratchet feels his wrists grabbed by the D rings, pulling and tugging away his hands, the strength of the person easily overpowering them, the smell of their latex growing stronger. His body shudders the collar reminding him not to use those simple pronouns that will over time lose all meaning but for now they are ingrained in him stubborn to let go, but the collar is just as if not more so, whispering.

“Toy doesn’t pleasure itself.”

“Toy doesn’t need release.”

“Toy is self-pleasure-sacrificing in its service to its users.”

“Toy loves the cock.”

“No, no. Don’t touch. Relax. No need to do anything. This one is in charge, and it will guide you.”

“C-can you remove my blindfold?” Ratchet stammers.

He hears a chuckle, the teasing voice responds, moving in close, the pressure of the person’s chest, the possible toy’s chest against his own, the heat of his breath blowing across the rubber face, “And why would this one do that? Ruin the surprise? Ruin the fun? It’ll be good to leave you in the dark for just a little while. Let you really wonder what’s going on. Make you rely on this one. Help you get into the right poses. Perhaps start you off with a few stretches,” it says with a soft teasing voice.

Ratchet pants, trying to move against the toy’s grip, hearing the squeak against his wrist. The warm grip, the hot breath blowing across his face, the warmth coming off their body, heating up their latex suit, making him feel how close the person is.

“Trust this one. It knows what’s best for you,” it says, gently pushing him back.

He stumbles back, shivering, stepping back into the unknown, but the unknown force in front of him. Knowing that there is someone there, but who? What? The back of his foot hits something soft. He tenses, unsure what to make of it. Hands guide back and to the sides of his body, pressing against the soft cushion, forcing his body to align something hard, “Am I about to be chained to a wall?” he thinks, moaning, hearing the collar speak into his mind, repeating those lovely words.

The soft cushions press against the back of his arms and wrists. There’s a soft jingle, shifting of weight, then a click. His ear twitches, the pressure around his right wrist is removed. He tries to move it, feeling a sudden tug, preventing him from moving his wrist more than a quarter of an inch, “Wha?” he asks, tugging at it, feeling his limb unable to move.

“And there’s that one, just a few more points to go…” it says.

Ratchet pants, feeling the soft cushioned wall against his back, tail slipping free behind swaying… “Not a wall… okay not a wall,” he thinks, trying to picture in his mind just what he’s being attached to. Another point of contact along his upper arm, holding him firmer in place.

The hands of this person run across his thigh, spreading his leg, moving it to align with the soft cushion against him, another tug, another click, another part of his limb unable to move, “A bondage rack. That’s what this is,” he thinks, picturing a black and red bondage rack in his mind, much like the ones he’s seen in the Toys-4-U website and on the pods. He swallows a lump in his throat shuddering, “F-free me?” he asks.

There’s a soft tsk, tsk, tsk, a gentle squeak, “Silly toy-to-be. Keep that up, this one will have to do a lot more than what it has planned… and it has a lot planned,” it says, forcing Ratchet’s leg into position, locking the thighs into the spot and then the ankles.

Suddenly there’s a pressure along his crotch, a tongue spreading across the bulge, teasing his length held within the bondage, “Oh my gosh…” he moans, tugging at his constraints, finding himself completely unable to move, standing with his legs spread a foot apart, arms at his sides.

“Ah how delightful, the constraints are working perfectly,” it chuckles, a soft squeak heard by the bound up fennalope, “Now that this is settled…” it says, the squeaks in front of him.

He breathes deeply looking in the direction of the noise, suddenly pressure pressing against his lips, a warm tongue slipping into his mouth, twisting and turning across his rubber clad tongue, tugging and pulling at it, the kiss growing deeper, the warmth and pressure of the person against his own. Pressure running down his sides, pressing along his sides, slowly the kiss breaks, warm strands across his lips, air cooling his lips, softly saying to him, “Wonderful.”

Blood pumping through his veins, body tensing, twitching, squeaking, soft jingle of the constraints that lock him in place. Unsure what is going to happen next, left there, heart pounding, hairs trying to raise, but are compressed against the latex that envelopes his body. What is to happen next? Where did the toy go? Is it a toy or someone in a suit just like himself? A jingle? A squeak? His ears twitch, head turning toward the noise, trying to follow the person. There’s more jingling.

“Let this one get your arms into position first,” it says, suddenly a tension from the elbow down gives way, giving some limited movement. Then more jingle and more tension, his arm now able to move. It jingles and jerks in set motions. Arm held and guided, placed in front of him, before there’s another jingle, jerk a tug, arm locked into place.

“What are you doing?” he asks, arm trying to move, feeling it under his chin, knuckles rising to stroke his chin. He shudders, hearing the probably toy speak.

“Why ruin the surprise, but it has a bunch of lovely ideas with you, but it is very eager to feel how wonderful you are from the inside… out,” it replies.

Suddenly pressure runs along his chest, a gentle squeeze of the rubber covered nipple, a breath of hot air blowing into his ear holes of his suit, tickling the fur underneath. More jingling metal noises, one part then the next part his arm moves free. He tries to move it on his own but the device he’s attached to makes it feel all janky and the toy quickly puts an end to his movements, moving the arm right underneath the other, crossing them, locking them back into place, arms stuff.

“Now get ready for a wild ride, this one is sure it will be one to excite and get your blood pumping,” it says.

Ratchet gasps, unsure what is going to happen next, trying to listen to the person’s rubber suit, the squeaking, their subtle movements but it is hard with the constant whispering of the collar in the back of his mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys.”

“Toy loves to fuck.”

A jingle of metal, a sudden release of tension and a press along his back side. WOOSH, falling forward, falling! FALLING! Dink, jingle, jerk, wobble, head bouncing against the soft headrest, feeling himself about to tumble forward and over. Whatever he’s attached to about to tip over, but then wobbles back into place.

“Oh my gosh….” he pants heavily, heart ready to leap up through his throat, his body leaning forward, perpendicular to the ground, feet still firmly planted on it, forming a sidewise L shape.

“Careful there,” says the toy, steadying the wobble.

He takes a deep breath, relaxing, closing his eyes, though there is really no change, there’s still nothing but darkness that surrounds him. A firm rubber hand grips his tail, squeezing the rubber plush within that contains his fluff. There’s a strap of pressure, a jingle of chains, something is being put around his tail. He can feel it and then, it's tugged up, exposing his rear, a click and a strain, something is taught keeping him from lowering his tail anymore.

“There we go, this one wanted that in place before it completed your look,” it says, soft squeaks and jingles, the patter of the toy’s feet on the ground, his head closer now to hear them, a hand presses against Ratchet’s chest, holding him, while more jingling is heard from behind, before the tension suddenly gives way, allowing his body to be lowered, all the way down to the ground, arms resting on the soft carpet surface, butt fully hiked in the air, head resting on his arms, “Almost done,” it says.

His chest rises and falls, butt clenching, still feeling a bit of the toy’s essence in his rear, keeping that arousal burning as hot as the sun. But his eagerness and delights will only burn hotter when he hears that jingle, “What is going to happen next?” tension released in one leg, spreading his right leg pulled out, forced to remain straight, moving like it's on a hinge, then locked into place. His body shifts and tilts to the one side at an odd angle.

“Getting there. Doing such a good job, toy.”

He feels a hand smack against his rear, the sound of latex against latex rings out in the room, along with a soft moan escaping his lips. His other leg swung out, returning balance to his position, butt a little lower but still hiked in the air. The soft sting felt by the hit, soon replaced by a smooth tender squeaky rub.

Fear and anticipation fills his mind. His cock twitches and aches within the bulge, feeling it should be hanging free, throbbing out in the cool air but all of that was denied. Denied all his freedom to see, to move, to feel relaxed. Everything is controlled, guided, by this unknown force. Could be multiple people with one talking or just them, “I wonder if…” his mind trails, hearing the collar’s soothing voice of K-2373 speaking into his mind.

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

“Oh fuck me… this feels so hot. What a reward for doing such a good job… I want to do a good job again,” he thinks, the collar repeating the phrases, blood rushing to his head, making him feel each beat of his heart in his ears. His rubber cheeks spread apart, a gently pressure pressing against them, running along the insides, with a soft pressure at the base near his tensing and relaxing hole.

“Oh my, aren’t you so eager? How delightful. This one if it could be tickled pink, it would be with excitement,” it chuckles with a squeak, giving Ratchet’s butt a firm squeeze.

The sound of latex squeaking fills the room, the warmth of the toy’s hands against his rear, the slight throb, the twitch, the grinding pressure between his cheek cavity, running along his hole, which aches to be filled once more. Body craving for it, knowing exactly what this is, trained from the hours of use K-2373 and B-1374.

Up and down the length grinds against him, feeling a twitch, a cool dribble against the base of his tail, something adding, building, growing, but what? Anticipation? Fear? Anxiety? Or something else? His body is no longer virgin, but to an experienced toy, he’s simply a novice in a world of pros, “Could there be more here? Are they even lined up ready to use me?” he shudders, the collar trying to correct his very thoughts.

The pressure against his rear is pulled away, only his cheeks are spread by the hands, gently kneading hands, grip and massage his rear, mind being drawn to the sensation, everything else is a dull void that forces him to think and feel at this one moment. He clenches his cheeks, knowing that any moment that he’s going to be penetrated again. Be taken by this person? This toy? He doesn’t know. How big even is he? He tries to think about it, the moments not long passed but forever ago in his mind, trying to construct the length that was against him.

“It didn’t feel too long… but was it really? Girthy perhaps? Maybe? Not sure, but I bet it will feel good in me,” he thinks, his thoughts soon to be confirmed. There’s a sound of a click and a whir, “What was that noise?” he thinks when a round pressure is against his clenched butt. His pucker, pushed open slightly, a twitch, throb, splurt. Warm liquid covering his hole, the sensation bleeding through the latex, squeaking, the member pushing in nice and slow.

“Easy now, this one doesn’t want to break you too hard just yet. Not till you get a good few fillings, like the twink twinkie that you are,” it chuckles, sliding in the first inch, then the second, running the cock along his prostate, making the contained member twitch.

All these sensations flood into his mind, so focused on it. His toes curl, hands clench, body tugging at the constraints that keep him in this ass up pose but finds any effort he makes against it is for naught, “Such a tight ass. This one will have to thank Maker for this opportunity when it gets the chance. It’s glad they got over the lube bucket incident…” it says, slipping in deeper.

Ratchet shudders, trying to arch his back, but the constraints prevent him from doing so. He squeezes the length, getting a full idea of it. With each inch pushed into him, the picture of the cock tugging against his internal, crushing his hot button, while further building up the round phallic pleasure rod now sinking ever deeper into him. Then pressing against his pucker… a knot.

“Another knot… another knot… ohhh yes…” he thinks, squeezing, milking the cock length, drawing the pre-cum from the cock into his body. The toy’s pre-cum has a special effect on his body. Unlike K-2373 which upped his arousal and B-1374 which lowered his inhibitions till they were non-existent. Every drop of pre flowing into him made those voices in the collar all the more alluring. Made whatever the toy around him suggested all the more right. Not a direct subversion of his own thoughts, still able to resist and say no, but his suggestively steadily going through the roof. If there was a kernel of desire to try something, a bit of doubt that would make him agree with what is being told to him. It would grow and blossom into a tree and then sprawl out into a rainforest. But for now, it's a small sprout, steadily being watered by the toy’s cock that is pounding into his tight rear.

“Oh my gosh… oh my gosh,” Ratchet moans, feeling the thrusts into him, the loud squeaks, the balls smacking against his taint. The toy leans over, reaching around with his hands, gently caressing his chest. His minds’ eye is picturing another fennalope just like himself, taking his rear. Black with hot pink highlights perhaps? Yeah, that feels hot. Their cock pushes into him, harder and harder. He clenched, squeezed, milked his way further into the depths of those sweet voices that sounded all the better.

“Toy doesn’t touch itself.”

“Toy doesn’t pleasure itself.”

“Toy’s service to others is self-pleasuring.”

“Toy doesn’t masturbate.”

“Only bad toys touch themselves.”

“Toy never wants to be a bad toy.”

“Toy never wants to pleasure itself.”

“Toy has no desire to climax, unless it's for others' enjoyment.”

“Toy doesn’t cum unless commanded to.”

“Toy doesn’t climax unless commanded to.”

“Toy is a fuck toy. Eager to fuck.”

“Toy’s holes are for others.”

“Toy’s climax is for others.”

“Toy has no need to cum.”

“Toy desire to be a good toy.”

“Toy wants to be a good toy.”

“Toy needs to be a good toy.”

“Good toy’s don’t climax unless told to.”

“Good toys never need to cum.”

“Good toys ache to be taken and used.”

“Good toys obey.”

“You are a good toy.”

Ratchet luls himself into a relaxed state. Moaning, mewing, squeaking, panting hard. His body tugging at the constraints. Such heavy bounds keeping him place, his rear used and abused by this toy. Used like the object that he is going to be. Yet deep down part of him realizes it, knows it, but he doesn’t recognize it just yet, it's too early. Right now, the bliss and pleasure of it is rear being filled, taken, the toy juices sinking into his body, steadily opening him up further, adding sunlight to the blossoming forest of a toy that he’ll become.